Passing Responsibilities - Not quite.

Hearing Rodriguez say that, saying that Oscar looked shocked to fuck was an understatement. Because not only did he prove he was in no way Asian due to how roundly enlarged his eyes, the motherfucker couldn't even squat with full depth as he had a panic attack-like event. I thought for sure that he'd be jumping for joy or unloading several birdshots— err, buckshots in the fucking air, but the dumbass needed to sit down as he started to hyperventilate.

"K-KID! KID! KIDDDD! SHE'S COMING! S-SHE'S COMING!"

I tried my best to contain my laughter, "I heard, old man. She's finally—"

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! SHE'S FINALLY COMING! WHERE'S SHE GONNA STAY?! OH FUCK! OH FUCK—"

"You have a house back home, alright?! Keep it together!"

"OH~ BRUDDA~! WHAT IF SHE SAW THE MESS?! THE HOUSE HASN'T BEEN C-CLEANED IN WEEKS! S-SHE'S GONNA KILL ME, KID! W-WHAT DO I DO?!"

"We're gonna call Aunt Sharon and she'll get it sorted, alright—"